Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.